A Grim Return (1?)
Archive: Padfoot...Snuffles, SBRL, Azkaban's Lair,
Meant to Be, Wolf and Hound, HP Slash
Summary:
Pairing:
Remus / Sirius, Ron / Hermione, a hint of Remus / Tonks (nothing more
than a hint)
Disclaimer: All characters etc belong to JK
Rowling - I just 'borrow' them from time-to-time
Spoilers:
PoA, GoF, OotP, HBP
Author's Notes: Set after the
(assumed) end of book 7
The first part gets a little confusing,
so one character is written in italics to help sort things out
Please review!
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He stood in the middle of the street, his face and figure concealed under a long black hooded cape. The only parts of him which were visible were his grey eyes, and grey trainers. Standing outside the thirteenth house in the street, he waited patiently for number twelve to leap into view. Surprisingly, it didn't leap: it was more of a gradual appearance, but this didn't deter him. Slowly, he approached the house, giving a quick glance behind him in case he'd been followed. Satisfied the street was empty, he moved closer to the door, producing a wand from his cloak, which he waved over the serpent etched onto the handle.
Gradually,
the door creaked open, but instead of being greeted with the black
walls, dingy carpet and the black curtain covering the portrait, he
was greeted with a riot of colour. Predominantly red and gold, even
down to the banisters on the stairs, although there were hints of
yellow and blue on the carpet edges.
He stood still for a moment,
putting his wand back into his pocket, unsure what was going on. He
could sense there were people in the house, but wasn't sure if it was
safe to lower his hood.
Suddenly, he heard a creak at the top of the stairs, and his hand clasped tightly around his wand, deep inside his cloak pocket. He could see the shadow of a figure at the top of the stairs, and felt his pulse rate quicken. He remained entirely still, as he wasn't sure it was actually safe for him to be in the house. He had an escape plan ready, in case of a hostile reception, but all he could do now, was wait.
The figure at the top of the stairs seemed to signal to someone or something, before slowly making its way down three steps of the staircase before pausing. The figure cautiously raised its wand, pointing straight towards the door.
He remained still, even though he thought his fast heart beat would be loud enough to attract even more attention. Keeping his grey eyes fixed on the figure on the staircase, he gripped his wand tighter and waited for the next move.
The figure moved another 2 steps down towards him, its wand aiming straight at his chest. As the figure drew closer, he could make out its grey hair, and tired looking eyes, before its cry of "Stupefy!" saw him crashing to the ground.
Author's Notes:
Hopefully putting one characters' actions in italics has helped you understand that first part - it was hard to write action without mentioning any character names!
I know this is a short chapter, but it sets the scene... ok?